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"Xiao Yan, don’t..."
"Don’t do this..."
Zhao Shumin never dreamed that Li Zhiyan would taste her finger.
The sensation of his tongue touching her fingertip.
Made Zhao Shumin instinctively close her eyes tightly.
For so many years, as a divorced middle-aged woman, Zhao Shumin had felt incredibly lonely; this was a woman’s natural instinct.
Compared to a young woman’s, Zhao Shumin’s heart was far more suppressed.
The feeling o ...
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